“Ok.. just- hold onto my frill.” she says, sudden dimples appearing at the back of her beak. You are let onto the fuzz more than her shoulder. “Ok, Little Fella, let’s find that way to grow.” An easy walk begins, her neck bobbing smoothly, but she seems to be pulling herself away from you. You did notice her scruff is kinda like a mane- “I’m Acacia” her throat rumbles in response to the general quiet you barely heard. “May I call you by your name?” “Why not?” you figure, climbing to your feet and you crane your neck back as she leans her decor closer. “______” that’s a nice Shiny Fletchling. “Aw, nice to meet you.. So, I think Velichko could help you get that boost. He used to get us in trouble and knows his way around a lot of mischief...
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